In the yard of the parsonage where my mother-in-law lived before her husband retired from the ministry is a patch of beautiful white peonies. Every year she allowed me a beautiful bouquet to take home an enjoy. I tried transplanting some into my garden, but with no success. Finally I settled for a painting to remember them by. BTW, at her new home, she still grows amazing peonies, and mine still barely bloom each year.
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